Lyrics The Beatles

The Beatles

Revolution 9

Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised…

Well, do it next time.

I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Yes.

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number

Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants

About the shortage of grain in Hertfordshire

Everyone of them knew that as time went by

They'd get a little bit older and a litter slower but

It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's always

Umpteen your father's giving it diddly-i-dee

District was leaving, intended to pay for

Number 9, number 9

Who's to know?

Who was to know?

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

I sustained nothing worse than

Also for example

Whatever you're doing

A business deal falls through

I informed him on the third night

When fortune gives

Number 9, number 9, number 9

People ride, people ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride! Ride!

9, number 9, number 9, number 9

I've missed all of that

It makes me a few days late

Compared with, like, wow!

And weird stuff like that

Taking our sides sometimes

Floral bark

Rouge doctors have brought this specimen

I have nobody's short-cuts, aha…

9, number 9

With the situation

They are standing still

The plan, the telegram

Ooh ooh

Number 9, number

Ooh

A man without terrors from beard to false

As the headmaster reported to me

My son he really can try as they do to find function

Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high

And his eyes were low

Alright!

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon

Or whatever to price it… yellow underclothes

So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead

Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all

So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair

I'm not in the mood for whirling

Um da

Aaah

How?

Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping

Birds for birding and fish for fishing

Them for themming and when for whimming

Only to find the night-watchman

Unaware of his presence in the building

Onion soup

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

Industrial output

Financial imbalance

Thrusting it between his shoulder blades

The Watusi

The twist

Eldorado

Take this brother, may it serve you well

Maybe it's nothing

Aaah

Maybe it's nothing

What? What? Oh

Maybe even then

Impervious in London

Could be difficult thing

It's quick like rush for peace is

Because it's so much

It was like being naked

If you became naked